Virgin

(альбом: Diary Of A Trap God - 2013)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
See my girlfriend is Italian and my car Italian too
Ferrari wagon with the stallion, I got on ten rows gold medallions
And plus Guwop he rise for breakfast, bitch you know I dine with champions
Supercharge my old Camero, pull up and I'm smashing it
Watch, chain, ring, I got a retarded wrist
The rings and bracelets Jackie Chan because man they do karate kicks
All my hoes wear body suits and all my cars got body kits
And yeah I got, ain't fuck about and I don't care about a bitch
Catch you at the drive-through, put that pistol on, you take your shit
He said I'm just a black brother like, what you try to get some knowledge, nigga
Got a fat order, double deck, a double stack with cheese, bitch
And if you pull a trick and blow my legs then I'm a squeeze, bitch

[Hook: Young Thug]
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
What you mean she ain't no virgin?
Baby girl ain't no virgin
What you mean my bitch ain't no virgin?
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
Baby girl ain't no virgin
What you mean my bitch ain't no virgin?
Baby girl ain't no virgin
What you mean that ho ain't no virgin?
Baby girl ain't no virgin

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Snitch leave court like nino Dolce and Gabana tuxedo
Garbage bag full of cheese, got a big bag of Cheetos
Hit them with that 50 cal, two times, pair of free-throws
Live from [?] inmy trap with a pair of freak hoes
These pistols right here, they fuck anybody, they some freak ho
Thousand dollar scraps, nigga, I don't fuck with cheap hoes
Your bitch a freak for certain, me and my niggas working
Never let a nigga fuck me out my money, I'm a virgin
Hood rich nigga but I still eat Church's
That ho ain't getting no money, don't need her around me cause she worthless
What you mean that ho ain't a virgin, Thug, long as she help me sell this bud
Then she said she bust 100 time, that's 100 slugs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Last verse, should've went first hearse
Talking slick, get your fucking gun burst
These bitches, they turning that green, just like fucking turf
These bitches, they give me massages like a fucking nurse
1017 and that Cocaina
All my bitches smell like flowers, just like lotus
Calm down, stand down, man down
Ambulance at the circus dead clown
I'm a rich nigga, but my bitch booty big like burgers
I've been serving, so you know my scrap ain't no virgin
I sneak a bitch a molly ollie that's her main purpose
She got a 25 like Christmas inside of her purse

[Hook]